The pink hat; the one with the fine pink feathers fluffed over the pink velvet leaves and pleeted silk top. It was my favorite hat when I was a flapper back in the roaring twenties. I wore that hat everywhere. I went to many speakesies and dance clubs wearing that hat. I did not have anything that would match it, but that made it all the more stylish. I would wear a bright green blouse with no frills. To clash with that, I wore a dull brown pleeted short skirt. To top it all off I wore the hat tight on my head to cover my hair. I never went unnoticed. I met my first husband while in Tabby’s. He told me that when he walked in the first thing he saw was me in that hat. The flamboyance of the hat sparked an untameable fire in his admiration for me. I always wore that hat until he died. He loved that hat as much as I did. Every time I see the hat, I am overrun with memories of all the good times we had.